Tristram (Diablo 2 Version) - Dark Passengers

Take my fingerprints And smile This is the only thing That I will leave in here In here The world goes too fast I walk way too slow How could I contrast landscapes out of hope Landscapes out of hope I got to kill the killer that's inside And I got to heal the healer that's inside It's a dead end road Some things never end and Some things never die I'll take the wind for company 'Cause you and me will never be one Pursued by the radiance of her eyes Telling me that there is no need to cry There is no need to cry (Watch me shivering at your door Begging for a space on your floor) I got to heal the healer that's inside And I got to kill the killer that's inside It's a dead end road Take the time to read the wrinkles on one's face As an open book of what has been his life I'll tell you what has been his life How can they decide for the blood that is mine I'm part of you as I am part of the stars You are the beat inside my heart I got to kill the killer that's inside It's a dead end road

Sabali Ha Ha Ha Top Form Records Nick Jr, Zone 6 Buss we own clips Ha Ha 21 Passengers Glock 40 members 11 Men and 10 girls Change them address to Lyndhurst 21 Passengers Yota Like a seed them get put in dirt Like a seed them get put in dirt The way I do road No need for COW and Black Bess My hand gun always working Never at rest Hair wire trigger whenever that press First shot write off face The other crack chest Them spread out like sheet on slumberpedic mattress 21 Passengers, gun never lack less 6 Foot hole, pastors, black suit and black dress Bad from a baby, the age i suck breast Chiief Diin in monster mode Squeeze trigger til the finger on my hand go sore Deadly like cancer throat Broad daylight gun buss, Transport Board Little do they know I darker than a panda nose Mallis tell me to feel for dem, I can't afford Deal with things bitter like lemon, lime, Angostura Tell dem already and we tell dem again Diss me with plants ya grow Zone 6 got 21 passengers Baretta members 11 Men and 10 girls My gun never fake like dentures 21 Passengers Yota When my hammer crash boy injured When my hammer crash boy injured Like my gun nozzle when it done pull a work my head a steam Disappear them to dirt never seen All them talk they don't want me get dark I know them softer than butter Mello cream Clip long like lyndhurst limousine And it Sound sweet when it burst, Melodies 21 Passengers not 17 Shot hit neck it look like it chop guillotine These boys are babies They do not scare me They lyrics weary Killers not nearly I, bad from d 80s My, first gun 380 Mag, longer than Bay Street And, di handle khaki I mek di hammer hit d pin until it break piece Explosion break piece Cannot escape di 38 Bulldog that bite, no rabies I know they fear chief Nick Jr have 21 passengers Smith and Wesson members 11 Men and 10 girls Zone 6 cold like December 21 Passengers 21 Passengers Nick Jr is a real bandolero like pinchers To done them I use one finger

We are passengers Traveling through the afterworld We can't know where we come from Pasiphae's just another moon Jupiter's by my side And we watch galaxies collide My apathy is losing ground Open my mouth (open mouth) make a sound Someone's in the rearview mirror, I see them pulling up beside me Humming like a throated sparrow, I wipe an old tear from my eye Just take the wheel and drive You're listening To the songs of celestial kings Coming down, you look for me Here I am, reaching perigee Someone's in the rearview mirror, I see them pulling up beside me Humming like a throated sparrow, I wipe an old tear from my eye Someone's in the rearview mirror, stay in your lane, you'll be fine Mercury is stuck in scorpio and the little dipper's dripping dry Take it in, open your heart, they're smiling, hold on Take it in, open your ears, they're laughing, hold on Take it in, open your mouth, they're singing, hold on We're passengers and the road is long